Eon awoke again to a pressure on his chest. He looked around him, and found himself in a room he did not recognize. There was a small amount of light trickling in from a window near the bed. He looked down to Rie snuggled into his chest. A smile came to his face as he tousled her hair.
His body appeared to be working again, and the pain he had felt was now gone. Not wanting to disturb the woman on his chest, he gently slid her to his side, and got up from the bed. A frown spread across her small face. He kissed her forehead, and gave her pillow to stand in for him. The pillow was quickly taken by her, as she was now curled into the substitute.
Eon spent a few moments memorizing the scene before walking up to a full length mirror. He removed the shirt he had been dressed in, and examined the area where he had taken the blade meant for the love of his life. 'Were they even able to heal the wound, until there was no scar?'
